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[whatwas]

[The PCD clacks and the view shakes a bit, but finally centers on Horst's happy face. He's up on a roof, with four bottles of liquor and a chair.]

Right, you bunch of nutters, I'm going to sit up here and watch you all run about.

Tyki, you want a drink? I'm up here in the sane corner of the world.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

I did. I've hardly been sober this week, I'm afraid. Besides, I thought you didn't drink?

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

Things change.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

In my experience, people take up drinking because things turn ugly.

But that doesn't mean you can't enjoy it, mm?

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

I think I might enjoy you more.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Are you sure you didn't get started already?

[Not that he's minding this bantering in place of their usual fighting.]

Has anyone ever told you you smell good?

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

Pretty sure there's a problem if you can smell me from there.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

So I have a trick you don't, after all!

...Oi, do me a favor.

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

Why would I want it.

[Welp. That was sudden.]

Depends.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

You're jealous.

And just...stand outside.

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

What?

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

So I can find you. Stand outside.

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

Where's the fun in that?

[But he's going outside anyway.]

Think you can find me, or do you need me to make this even easier for you?

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[The video feed ends; a split second later, Horst is behind him.]

Hullo there.

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

[asdfghjkl;']

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

What did I tell you about that?

[He turns around slowly, even if he's pretty he could smell you from a mile away.]

You reek.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

It's alcohol, what do you think it's supposed to smell like?

Inside, you. It's 'dangerous' out here, apparently.

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

Isn't that why you're here?

[Even if he's pretty damn sure you'd be useless in a fight at the moment.]

Come on. Let's go inside before you pass out and I have to carry you.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Me, pass out? You'd like that, wouldn't you?

[He laughs and hauls Cloud over his shoulder and takes him inside--they're the same height, so it's not as easy as it looks]

Oh, your vodka's in my pocket.

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

[You did not even just...]

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

[Oh Shiva, you did.]

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

[You are just asking for it, aren't you?]

Put. Me. Down.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[He does: on a couch. He takes the vodka bottle out of his pocket and then flops down beside him.]

Here. Drink up.

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

[He despises you, Horst, just so you know. But he takes the bottle anyway.]

Weren't there four?

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Yes. Yes there were. [And they were delicious, his smirk says.]

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

[Sigh.]

No wonder you can't walk straight.

[Well then, bottoms up. Excuse him if he doesn't bother to go get a glass.]